Beyond watching eyes
with sweet and tender kisses
our souls reached out to each other
in breathless wonder
And when I awoke
from a vast and smiling peace
I found you bathed in morning light
quietly studying...
all the messages on my phone.
- Banksy
Del incansable deambular por la nostalgia incurable, la dicha definitiva, las certezas transitorias, las congojas recurrentes y otras formas menos ortodoxas de turismo intramuros.
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